Hours of snowfall blanket Stamford, Connecticut. Inches accumulate, from dusting to knee-deep, enveloping sidewalks and streets everywhere in sight. Partway through the barrage, snow plows attempt to mitigate the encroachment. I scarcely notice. We awoke to a frozen cold-water pipe underneath my kitchen. Hours of heating the pipe with both a hair dryer and a…

Sit in the dark. Just sit. Listen to the pervading silence. Hear the hum of an HVAC system warming your townhouse. But listen to the silence beyond it. Let those thoughts come—as long as you let them go. When the last of them settles down, see the darkened outline of a carpeted floor and the…

Rising, confronted with the realization of another day… snarling carnivore clamping down the terror breaking out Seated, facing the light, a voice like my own saying, “Feel…” unknotting this inside tsunami breathing Calming, the last hurricaned heartbeat settling… enemy mine the call to again ride the Dragon Melissa Lemay calls on us to write pivotal…

The ravens come. An oak tree filled with autumnal-colored, yet shriveling, leaves stands on a stretch of fading grass. The birds perch on its outstretched limbs and on the ground before it. The Morrigan follows her flock. Pale, black haired, a carnivorous smile across her gaunt, cadaverous visage, she spreads her right arm to her…

Teen Wolf, the series pilot. A lone lycanthrope flees a party of human hunters. Their grim-faced leader stares ahead, his cold blue eyes revealing not a wisp of weakness. & why not? He comes from a long line of Argents—that bane of werewolves everywhere. that merciless skybound silver disk Sturgeon moon Camden Locke Market, London,…

The cadence of the strummed chords of an acoustic. The arpeggios plucked on the same strings their unending melodies morning bird songs The vibrant melodies exploding off the rabid finger-tabs on an eletric’s frets. The chest-pounding distortions of staccato chords licked on the same. piercing an afternoon cicadas Whatever sound, in whatever form, who dares…